First day in Brazil

I did make it to Brazil. All the way to Porto Alegre even.

Flights were smooth enough, save for the giant sitting next to me for the DC to
Sao Paulo leg. We fought a low-level territorial war over whose ass was allowed
to be where for most of the flight. Detente finally began when I offered him my
danish at breakfast.

There was a delay and a gate change for my flight from Sao Paulo to Porto Alegre, which was confusing, but it all worked out. I had no idea what they were saying, but following the crowd paid off.

The weather's great, the people are friendly, my hotel is right in the middle
of an incredibly busy area. The driver hit both a human-drawn cart and a truck
(in quick succession) on the way to the hotel. He didn't seem to mind and
neither did anyone else.

Off to dinner. Hope they have something I can eat. I packed plenty of Tofu
Jerky in case.